In the sterile, white halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella walked with a sense of urgency. Her long, dark hair flowed behind her as she moved, her small breasts bouncing with each step. She was there to visit her husband, who had been in a terrible accident.
As she entered his room, she saw him lying there, pale and weak. She approached his bedside, her heart heavy with worry. But as she looked at him, she saw something in his eyes that gave her hope. A spark, a desire.
Without a word, she began to undress. She let her gown fall to the floor, revealing her nude body to him. She climbed into the bed, her body pressed against his.
He groaned as she kissed him, her lips soft and inviting. She responded, her tongue exploring his mouth. She trailed her lips down his neck, nibbling and licking as she went.
Her hands found his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She moved down, her lips following her fingers. She reached his pants, and with a quick movement, she undid them.
His cock sprang free, hard and ready. She wrapped her hand around it, her fingers barely able to encircle it. She stroked it, her hand moving up and down.
He moaned, his hands finding her breasts. He squeezed them, his fingers pinching her nipples. She gasped, her body responding to his touch.
She moved down, her mouth replacing her hand. She sucked him, her lips moving up and down his shaft. He groaned, his hips bucking.
